Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2012 14:58:58 +0100
From: Chico
Subject: Fresh Boy Amongst Men- Part 1
The adventures of a young Mediterrranean teenage boy in London, Paris
and Africa.
My name is Mateo. I want to tell you my adventures, all those years
ago when I was a boy, and how and why I was turned from a shy and
innocent youth living in England to a captive in Mauretania, then sold
as a slave to five different countries' men.
My first time was when I was 14. I was a svelte, tanned slim
Mediterrranean teenager and I went to visit my brother who had a black
boyfriend who I had met once before: built like a middleweight boxer,
totally pumped with muscle and huge pecs with slightly puffed nipples,
he told me that my brother was away but would I like to.. "stay the
night?"
I smiled shyly. My eyes must have dropped quickly towards his
swelling, fabric-held curve. I said yes, though.
He told me there were rules to the flat: the heating was stuck on max
in summer so the place was sweltering- I must sleep naked so as not to
sweat up the sheets, and there was only one bed: I would be a spanish
virgin boy naked in bed with a beautiful musclebound black man, then.
He had poured me a large caramelly brandy earlier, and I could feel it
heat up inside as I slipped shyly in between the sheets.
The light was off; his hot body radiating tropical heat lay beside me
and it was impossible to keep my cock from going hard. He fell asleep
but I slowly edged the sheet down to his thighs and made the decision:
I want to suck his cock more than anything I've ever wanted. So it
was: I kissed tenderly, sensing it's coconut and palm oil aromas,
daring to take my time- yes, it was growing, I was growing it,
cajoling his big black mancock with my naughty boy's tongue. I was the
master, wasn't I? He woke. In one clean movement my sweaty brow was
brushed by large heavy balls, and the weighty shaft bumped my face as
if, no, NOT 'as if' but I actually was in this one movement now the
teenage boy bitch and he the master.
He said "Open your mouth, boy," cool as a cucumber. I obeyed. My whole
boy throat was made a simple pussy for his cock to enjoy above a half
hour, and then he pulled me on top of him and guided me round his
body, teaching me where he wanted my tongue, training me to please, to
serve him as his 18 year old meat.His power and strength, his swift
decisions meant that my body arched up to his cock even before I knew
my cherry was to be taken- before I knew what was happening he
rough-pumped my hole right to it's gristly, wide root. Pumping and
pounding my tanned bubble, he delighted in my tears and breathless
gasps, lifting me completely onto him and fucking his little boy ass
like a black machine, losing any compassion for me.
I was in heaven and hell at the same time, but I saw lights with each
thrust till he groaned his primal African shout of release of power
into the little dark brown curls at the nape of my little neck. I had
been made his, and I would learn more about pleasing black cocks with
his leadership...
A week later the phone rang, that phone we all shared once upon a
time in England with a wire squiggling out of it. I ran, an 18 year
old who knew the black man, T, who had taken my cherry was going to
phone and my mum shouldn't find out.I got there just as she said:
"Well I..."
"Mateo, you know I want your little white boy pussy right here
tomorrow, don't you?"
I almost blurted out "Yessir!" right there with my mum standing behind
me, but when she'd gone I agreed to return to the flat where he had
got me naked and taken my virginity.
When I got there the plans had changed, he said. I must have looked
disappointed because then he said: "It's OK, we're going to have lots
of fun...I'm taking you to meet some of my friends at a party."
A black taxi ride later, his hand on my thigh to begin with, a pat on
my bubble as I got out, and we were there. Wine flowed, all the people
were grown men from about 28 upwards to maybe 65, and about a third of
them were black: I was introduced to T's friends who nodded to each
other I thought and laughed till they leaned on each other. After a
while I was shown a room with a huge bed where men were fucking,
sucking,or just looking at others do it- I couldn't believe it but I
also couldn't believe the attention I was getting.My arse must have
been pinched five times before getting there and T just held my
shoulders as Rankin'M, one of his friends unzipped my jeans, slid them
down and put his lips round my cock which poked its way from my white
briefs.In minutes there was a small crowd around me, asking T if I
liked black tongue, black cock,how many could I take? He just said
"this white boy doesn't need questions, just teaching."
Rankin M lifted me to the bed and hands from all sides stripped me.
The groups watching others re-formed around the bed to watch my
initiation by the black guys.I looked up at T: he just smiled and
waved, moving out the door while others came in.So much for the deep
connection between a boy and a man who has taken his cherry; but here
would be no going back now, and here I was splayed out on the bed as a
boy slut for sex hungry men.
A huge hand was giuding me by the neck to a weirdly crooked-looking
big cock that whipped precum around my eyelashes- so greedy was it to
try some white teen throat. It lunged forward and the man held my
mouth wide open to accommodate it all, as two others (maybe) spanked
and slapped my bronzed arse to get me to open further with the reflex
of pain, and to show me my ass was theirs for the duration. He held my
ears and head and pumped muscled cock down me face and made me
gag.Every time I reacted to its hugeness, my lack of breath, he said
"yeah, boy, that's it, open up".... They cheered him on, some asking
for their turn and laughing.
All too soon I was gulping as much as I could manage of the Caribbean
man's cum, a new thick and shiny black cock clobbering my eyes or
nose, to which I was slowly learning to open up to as they slapped and
trained me as their bitch. Each now clasped me and my body in turn,at
my waist- real strong big-handed grips right round my little waist,
sweaty and slippery as it was becoming, and every man there (I lost
count) bumped his cock, hardening it at my puckered rosy hole before
lifting me up and down on the tower of throbbing power so there were
whole phases of my ordeal when I was suspended only by big men's hands
gripping my body fast into the slick rhythms of the men, one by
one...after the main party left and laughed and chilled with rum, or
smokes, occasional stragglers unloaded cum over me, thrilled by my
gentle sobs. Then T came, told me I had made the party and I told him,
with a half a voice..."I hope I was good."
to be continued...